MUHAMAD Majid Rauf CHISHTI
Date of birth: Sep 1986
Interests: Reading....travelling, cricket etc
MEMORIES!
Getting so much absorbed in this really hectic and busy life of the “city” which is called so much advanced and sophisticated, I often think about the “past”. Sitting on the upper deck of “luxury” buses in summer and travelling in the warm train compartments in winter, I peek outside. I recall walking on those old roads and small pathways in freezing cold and scorching heat. I see the people laughing in coffee shops which remind old naive men sitting in one of the small village square and sharing some satirical jokes with each other. Mr. Jim (An aged person who is my job colleague) often wishes for that environment. He really wishes for smoking a traditional pipe instead of all its hazardous facts indeed. It is said that we do not need degrees to appreciate the beauty and simplicity of many thing. It is absolutely free in fact we just need a reflecting heart to elaborate those things. After spending quite a few years in the western and “advanced” world, I still can’t forget the sunset and quietness of mornings in my village. Everything round one is calm, quiet, moss-grown, and orderly. Season follows in the track of season and one year can hardly be distinguished from another. Covered with hills from sides, carpeted with green patterns mixed with trees make us feel like a small heaven on earth. The surrounding country is smooth and green, full of undulations, and pleasant country roads strike through it in every direction, bound for distant towns and villages. On these roads the lark in summer is continually heard, nests are plentiful in the hedges and dry ditches. The mornings have always been the memorable when the sun opens its eyes and its rays are reflected by the hills cause a shiny atmosphere all around. Such a scene has never been away from my imaginations as I never had this experience here, and off course I can’t. I always recall the smile on the faces and warmth in the attitude when I see the people with anxiety and aloofness here. I can say that their simplicity is easily overwhelming the vanity of these people. Ringing bells in the village school are still in the memory like a sweet melody with a never –ending taste. Frightened faces (due to school work) and “dirty “uniforms of us is still part of my memory. Such moments and memories are alive. City life dulls man Of course he laughs and weeps, but it is not the same spontaneous laughter and tears of the villager. There is a quality that comes to a man only after long and inspiring contact with the soil. An abundant treasure of memories is coming in my mind with words flowing uncontrolled. I will try to transform those words and memories soon. Memories of my village, a heaven on earth.
MEMORIES!
Getting so much absorbed in this really hectic and busy life of the “city” which is called so much advanced and sophisticated, I often think about the “past”. Sitting on the upper deck of “luxury” buses in summer and travelling in the warm train compartments in winter, I peek outside. I recall walking on those old roads and small pathways in freezing cold and scorching heat. I see the people laughing in coffee shops which remind old naive men sitting in one of the small village square and sharing some satirical jokes with each other. Mr. Jim (An aged person who is my job colleague) often wishes for that environment. He really wishes for smoking a traditional pipe instead of all its hazardous facts indeed. It is said that we do not need degrees to appreciate the beauty and simplicity of many thing. It is absolutely free in fact we just need a reflecting heart to elaborate those things. After spending quite a few years in the western and “advanced” world, I still can’t forget the sunset and quietness of mornings in my village. Everything round one is calm, quiet, moss-grown, and orderly. Season follows in the track of season and one year can hardly be distinguished from another. Covered with hills from sides, carpeted with green patterns mixed with trees make us feel like a small heaven on earth. The surrounding country is smooth and green, full of undulations, and pleasant country roads strike through it in every direction, bound for distant towns and villages. On these roads the lark in summer is continually heard, nests are plentiful in the hedges and dry ditches. The mornings have always been the memorable when the sun opens its eyes and its rays are reflected by the hills cause a shiny atmosphere all around. Such a scene has never been away from my imaginations as I never had this experience here, and off course I can’t. I always recall the smile on the faces and warmth in the attitude when I see the people with anxiety and aloofness here. I can say that their simplicity is easily overwhelming the vanity of these people. Ringing bells in the village school are still in the memory like a sweet melody with a never –ending taste. Frightened faces (due to school work) and “dirty “uniforms of us is still part of my memory. Such moments and memories are alive. City life dulls man Of course he laughs and weeps, but it is not the same spontaneous laughter and tears of the villager. There is a quality that comes to a man only after long and inspiring contact with the soil. An abundant treasure of memories is coming in my mind with words flowing uncontrolled. I will try to transform those words and memories soon. Memories of my village, a heaven on earth.
A GUIDELINE FOR EMIGRANT STUDENT
A “slight” trouble for A Villager!
After enjoying a cricket match between “rivals”, I decided to write
something from my “impeccable “memory which is a rare thing I do. But I could
not resist against the “motivation” that was behind me. On my first visit to
Pakistan, it was the only one indeed; I came across a situation at the Airport.
I saw a small crowd gathered around one of the terminals at Heathrow. My
curious nature overturned the entire busy schedule that I was having over there
so I decided to look in to the matter. I saw some mesmerising faces standing
around a young person who was actually lying upside down with his hands on
head. After having known the dramatic plot I could not resist myself from
laughing out loud there. Actually, immigration officer was asking some basic
questions to one of the boy who just arrived to “study” in London. It’s a
routine practice which is done by the officers at the airport. They ask some
basic questions to students who come on student visa. They ask the person about
himself and his institution and other future plans. The main purpose lies in all this hectic and
“annoying “ process is to know whether the person is a genuine “student” or he
just wants to enter in this country. So, I come back to the situation and the
reason behind my abrupt laughter. I was told that after asking the boy his name,
Officer requested him to show his documents but he assumed it differently. He
thought that officer was asking him to lie down on the floor. And the rest of the
situation has been explained above. The boy could not respond to a single
question and after an investigation of 2 hours he was sent back to Pakistan
from via next available flight. It seems upsetting but the reality is so harsh
to be accepted. The boy belonged to a remote village from central Punjab and
wanted to study abroad. In his quest for foreign study he found an agent who
increased his motivation and got him a place in a C Grade college in London.
(Actually he did not know the name of his college either). Boy hardly passed
his A level but his utter “motivation” and dreams enabled him to get a visa
finally completely unaware of the changing rules of UK Border Agency especially
about English Language. Whenever I think about this “drama”, it gives me
something to ponder. Majority of the boys from remote areas or prospective
young students often come across the same situation due to lack of planning.
Above mentioned scenario shows these two factors clearly, Lack of planning and
insufficient resources before moving ahead. Studying abroad is the dream that
every young is having these days and it is not something that is inaccessible.
It just needs planning and nothing else. Sufficient funding, a good plan and
thinking before you get admission and most importantly a competent approach
towards English Language. (Latter one often creates trouble for villagers like
me). Getting a place in any University is so simple and easy that can be
attained online. Visa application process is also so simple that there is no
need to throw the money away in the hands of any study abroad agents. All these
things are easily accessible online but if someone still does the same thing
(like the guy on Airport), then he will be so upset but nothing else. These
things should be taken into consideration by village guys as they are mostly
unaware of many complications.
A “slight” trouble for A Villager!
After enjoying a cricket match between “rivals”, I decided to write
something from my “impeccable “memory which is a rare thing I do. But I could
not resist against the “motivation” that was behind me. On my first visit to
Pakistan, it was the only one indeed; I came across a situation at the Airport.
I saw a small crowd gathered around one of the terminals at Heathrow. My
curious nature overturned the entire busy schedule that I was having over there
so I decided to look in to the matter. I saw some mesmerising faces standing
around a young person who was actually lying upside down with his hands on
head. After having known the dramatic plot I could not resist myself from
laughing out loud there. Actually, immigration officer was asking some basic
questions to one of the boy who just arrived to “study” in London. It’s a
routine practice which is done by the officers at the airport. They ask some
basic questions to students who come on student visa. They ask the person about
himself and his institution and other future plans. The main purpose lies in all this hectic and
“annoying “ process is to know whether the person is a genuine “student” or he
just wants to enter in this country. So, I come back to the situation and the
reason behind my abrupt laughter. I was told that after asking the boy his name,
Officer requested him to show his documents but he assumed it differently. He
thought that officer was asking him to lie down on the floor. And the rest of the
situation has been explained above. The boy could not respond to a single
question and after an investigation of 2 hours he was sent back to Pakistan
from via next available flight. It seems upsetting but the reality is so harsh
to be accepted. The boy belonged to a remote village from central Punjab and
wanted to study abroad. In his quest for foreign study he found an agent who
increased his motivation and got him a place in a C Grade college in London.
(Actually he did not know the name of his college either). Boy hardly passed
his A level but his utter “motivation” and dreams enabled him to get a visa
finally completely unaware of the changing rules of UK Border Agency especially
about English Language. Whenever I think about this “drama”, it gives me
something to ponder. Majority of the boys from remote areas or prospective
young students often come across the same situation due to lack of planning.
Above mentioned scenario shows these two factors clearly, Lack of planning and
insufficient resources before moving ahead. Studying abroad is the dream that
every young is having these days and it is not something that is inaccessible.
It just needs planning and nothing else. Sufficient funding, a good plan and
thinking before you get admission and most importantly a competent approach
towards English Language. (Latter one often creates trouble for villagers like
me). Getting a place in any University is so simple and easy that can be
attained online. Visa application process is also so simple that there is no
need to throw the money away in the hands of any study abroad agents. All these
things are easily accessible online but if someone still does the same thing
(like the guy on Airport), then he will be so upset but nothing else. These
things should be taken into consideration by village guys as they are mostly
unaware of many complications.
awesome thinking of bright star of chumbi
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